Where the wind roars, deep in the forest.

It was not easy to make up my mind, don't let yourself have a chance to regret it, Feng Xun and the others did not hesitate for a moment after receiving the order, and rushed to their respective goals, Wei brought a large number of dead soldiers, and this time there were very few people left, and the things that were understood could be solved, and the people who appeared could be annihilated, but there were some things that he couldn't understand.

He had already noticed that Netherworld Snow had bad intentions, and he asked Feng Xun to get rid of him, so where did the poison on Yu Ning's body come from? It definitely wouldn't be Netherworld Snow.

"If one day any of you do something you shouldn't do, you have to have the courage to bear the consequences of that event. After being silent for a long time, Feng Ming slowly turned his eyes and glanced at everyone, and spoke lightly.

Everyone bowed their heads and was silent, they knew that Feng Ming was angry, but they always felt that something was wrong, shouldn't normal people be angry when they said such things?

The sudden calmness of the rough sea was not a prelude to his anger, but a prelude to the storm, which they realized as they followed the wind to the roar.

"Those who shoot at us, kill or not?"

"With ill intentions, they teamed up with Netherworld Snow to try in vain to block the union of Xidan and Yan Kingdom, they had already committed a capital crime, and it was not a pity to die. “

Feng Ming didn't speak, and the people behind him had already started talking, and the voice was not very loud, because Feng Ming didn't move from beginning to end.

"Are you angry?" At the instigation of Yu Ning, Yan Ran was pushed to Feng Ming's side, even if it was a family matter, at this time, Sister Yu Ning should be on you!

Yu Ning watched from the side, and seeing that Feng Ming still didn't move, she seemed to have made a lot of determination to finally stand up, and said, "I don't want to pursue the matter of the Netherworld."

Hearing Yu Ning's voice, Feng Ming turned around and responded slightly, there was no need to delve into a dead man, he was worried about another thing now.

"The troops were attacked, and the carriages and horses were no longer usable. “

"Yes. Princess Songwen was frightened and bent down to respond, this was the first time Feng Ming called her name in this tone, without the cold of winter and the heat of summer, it felt like a breeze on her face.

Feng Ming looked at the dead man, his eyes swept over Xun Xianyu Ning and them, and finally returned to her, and said: "With them with you, there must be no incident, you go to Wenliu Village first, everything is arranged according to the itinerary, I need to deal with one thing, and I will catch up as soon as I am done." “

Feng Ming's goal is to arrive at Wenliu Village at night, rest for half a day, and set off again when the sun completely falls the next day, which is seven or eight hours.

Everything is on the itinerary, and this sentence is equivalent to saying that I am going to do something, and it may take a whole day.

Everyone was silent, and they could all guess what Feng Ming was going to do. Even if it is 100,000 elites, it is only in the blink of an eye, and no matter how doubtful they are, they can't say anything, they just need to nod.

Almost instantly, the wind whistle disappeared.

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...

Princess Songwen's guard was in a mess, and the blood flowed in several directions. The scene was terrifying, with countless corpses lying on the ground, soldiers, civilians, swordsmen, and even people from the rivers and lakes, countless, and the battle continued, with people lying in pools of blood, shouting and wailing.

"What a wonderful scene!"

In the darkening night, not everyone was afraid of this kind of fighting, and they stood on a high place to stare at it.

"There is a behemoth like Yan Guo, even if it is a group of crippled chickens and dogs, I don't dare to take their lives so casually on weekdays, thanks to these Xidan miscellaneous and broken. “

"I said how the matter between Fengming and Princess Songwen was so sudden, until at this moment things finally came to an eyebrow. “

Everyone has their own thoughts in their hearts, but in general, Feng Ming finally waved his original hand through this marriage, and those ignorant people couldn't imagine how much power the saint had.

At the edge of the crowd, I don't know when a person stood, and then a hearty voice came from there: "Do you know why a saint can be on an equal footing with a king? Because those bullshit talents?! Because once a saint gets angry, he can endanger the existence of the whole country! Under the power of a saint, millions of lives will wither, and no matter how powerful a person is, he will not be able to confront him with a move and a half." “

As soon as these words came out, more people turned their eyes to it, but they couldn't see the man's face clearly anyway, and through the dark shadow, it seemed that he was probably carrying a long sword on his back.

"Why do you say that?" someone cheered up, plucking up his courage.

"Just because I am a saint in this life. He said it calmly, but with these words came two thunderbolts, and blood-red light lit up the sky. Look there again, the dark shadow gradually dissipates, and then a person walks out of it, carrying a long sword.

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As the first powerful country, Yan has many envoys, Princess Songwen got married, and most of the envoys happened to follow the long queue, the tacit understanding of the sudden enemy was very high, and the weak people almost died cleanly, but they could be sent as envoys by the king of a country, they must not be weak, so more than ten envoys were all there, and Wei Guo was also among them.

This Wei is different from Wei, but in terms of strength, the former is much weaker, that is, the Wei State that is now on the verge of death can still easily destroy this Wei State, but the envoys of the Wei State recognized the person.

"I didn't expect to meet you at such a critical time, Mr. Qinglei. "The status of the envoy is equivalent to that of a king, but now this patriotic envoy kneels in front of everyone and prostrates.

The man he was kneeling on looked like he wasn't even twenty years old!!

After kneeling, the envoy got up, looked at the still tragic battlefield behind him, used all his internal strength, and shouted: "He is a saint!!!